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During a particularly gluttonous season ages ago, in what I now realize was a cruel twist of fate, my former roommates and I discovered Crisp.
It was the beginning of the end for us I suppose, as our feral Crisp addiction led to many a night of greasy fingers, sauce-stained…
If you’re like me, at nice restaurants you usually avoid the chicken. It’s not that I have anything against our clucking, feathered friends, it’s just that chicken is so damn easy to screw up. Overcook it and it loses all its moisture and becomes a rubbery, stringy mess. Undercook it…
I just don't want to look back and think "I could've eaten that."